Please Don't Be Late
by fanofmusic9292
Summary: Alfred Jones has the uncanny ability to always be late to everything, whether it be a meeting, or a very important date with his lover, Arthur Kirkland. Valentine's Day is no exception. After failing to go through with his "perfect date plan", Alfred finds himself stuck and once again extremely late. Has Arthur had enough of it all? (Valentine's Day Special!)
1. Chapter 1

**Dedicated to my friend: TheEpicallyAwesome1**

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**(I do not own Hetalia or any of the characters :3) **

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"Don't be late."

It was a simple request, really.

It wasn't said with much malice, if any at all, but somehow he still failed to be on time. Not that is was much of a surprise. The American was rather slow and often forgetful, but that wasn't a proper excuse. In fact, in Arthur Kirkland's opinion, he had no excuse at all. If he didn't show, wasn't that a sign of wanting to call things off? Was he really _that_ tired of him…?

It started bright and early in the morning with a phone call from the Brit, waking his American lover. "Don't be late to the world meeting this morning Al."

"Huh? There's a world meeting today?"

"Idiot."

And immediately Alfred F. Jones shot up out of bed and stumbled towards his dresser, clothes flying everywhere as he flung them in different directions looking for the correct clothes to wear for such an occasion. Pulling on suit pants with his signature bomber jacket over a white shirt, the blonde quickly cleaned his dirt-speckled glasses and combed through his hair, trying to look as presentable as possible. Glancing towards his watch, he realized he was already late.

_Strike One..._

Racing towards the door with papers stuffed in his leather briefcase, he hopped onto a subway crammed with people trying to get to their designated locations, and Alfred was beginning to feel claustrophobic. That is, until the doors finally opened and he hurried up the stone steps towards the hustle and bustle that was New York City. The other nations even decided to have this apparently urgent meeting in North America so that Al _wouldn't_ be late but, as per usual, he was. He just couldn't find a way to be early, let alone on time.

Practically bursting into the doors of the hotel where they were having the meeting, he quickly asked around and found his way towards the room, knocking on the double doors quietly to make his presence known. After who he assumed was Ludwig stopped talking abruptly, he entered the room with a smile spread across his face, laughing loudly and scratching the back of his head apologetically. Arthur was slumped down into his chair, glowing bright red, trying to hold back his obvious annoyance as Alfred proudly strolled into the room. "Sorry guys! I woke up late becau-"

"Save your explanation and sit down Alfred." Ludwig roared from across the table, fuming at the late arrival to which Feliciano had to calm him down with gentle words. The American took his seat next to Arthur, offering a sincere smile and reaching for his hand, "Sorry Artie.." He whispered into his ear, pecking his cheek before turning his attention to the speaker who was Antonio at the moment. "It's alright," The Brit replied with an eye roll, "You just better be on time tonight." The last words caused Alfred's eyebrows to raise in question, turning his head in his lover's direction and tilting it. "What's tonight?" He asked under his breath, causing Arthur to yank out of his hand.

"Are you kidding?"

"No..?"

"Oh my god..." Thick eyebrows scrunched together in a pout, but a loud scoff left his lips - an obvious sign of frustration that Alfred didn't understand.

"Iggy what's wrong?"

"Don't 'Iggy' me Alfred! You are a complete moron."

Confusion hit the blonde square in the face as his lover turned away from him, angrily grabbing his tea and completely ignoring Alfred's apologies, but soon enough it struck him as he snuck a glance at his watch.

3 o' clock on the fourteenth... Fourteenth...?

The fourteenth of February was... Valentine's Day.

He had completely spaced the important day of love.

Blue eyes widening in panic, along with his head beginning to spin, Alfred reached towards his boyfriend's arm only to see he was already standing; arms crossed and frown more apparent than ever. "Oh god, Artie… Look," But he was already walking away, nose up in the air, "Come on Artie? _Arthur!_" He stressed the last yell and grasped his lover's smaller wrist, turning him around roughly with glistening eyes close to tears. "I'm sorry, I fucked up. I didn't forget completely, just for a second. I even… I even have reservations for us tonight."

Arthur's emerald eyes lit up at the mention of a nice, candlelit dinner and finally he relaxed and huffed out warm air, shoving his American away. "..That sounds nice. What time?"

"Er.. I'll meet you at seven? I'll write down directions - you won't miss it though."

"Alright," The Brit smiled; it was small, but it was there. "I'll meet you then. Sorry for getting all flustered."

"No problem dude. Like you said, I'm a moron!"

"Oh shut it!"

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Alfred had four hours, which seemed like plenty of time to prepare, but time certainly flies by quickly. Especially when one has to make reservations, buy gifts, flowers, and dress nicely for the whole occasion. In reality, four hours wasn't going to cut it, but that wasn't going to stop him! No way in hell would pesky minutes on a clock stop the hero! Or, at least, that's what he thought anyhow.

The first thing he accomplished was arriving home to change out of his overly large bomber jacket and suit pants, taking a shower to wash away the thoughts of the boring meeting, and by the time he was finished (after singing loudly and obnoxiously) it was already almost five at night. "Shit, are you serious?" He hissed to himself, ruffling his hair until it was dry and racing around to find something to wear to his date. But, something occurred to him in the time it took to look through his drawers… He had never even called the restaurant. Hell, when he had told Arthur that they were going to dinner, he didn't even know where they should go! With his damp towel hanging around his hips, Alfred reached for his phone and dialed up the number, hearing an irritated woman on the other line. "Yeah, hi, can I have reservations for two tonight at seven?"

"Sir, I apologize, but we are completely booked for tonight."

Alfred was pacing around his bedroom, twirling his finger around his soaked hair which dripped uncomfortably down his bare back, "There's nothing at all? What if someone cancels?"

"... Alright, can I have your name? If someone cancels I'll call you right away and reserve the table."

"Jones. Thank you so much."

He just hoped someone, anyone, out there would cancel so that he could achieve his perfect date.

Pulling out a lovely suit which he had just bought recently with a matching silk tie, Alfred hurriedly changed and checked his appearance multiple times in the mirror. This was a special date with his one and only Arthur after all, so he had to look absolutely flawless. Hair still somewhat damp, he sprayed cologne on himself and with his wallet in his pocket he was out the door once more. First stop, flowers.

"Excuse me, sorry, kind of in a rush!" He shouted to the slow walkers in the subway, pushing his way through annoyed citizens who all seemed to be going to dates. Finding a seat in said subway, he had a minute or two to relax and calm down, so he pushed his glasses onto the bridge of his nose and slid down into the plastic chair with a sigh. He had made pretty good time surprisingly, seeing that it was only twenty minutes after five according to his watch, and the only thing he needed to worry about was that reservation. But, if he could meet up with his British lover there, he would just explain no seats were left and they could find somewhere else to eat. It was perfect! Everything was absolutely fine.

"We're sorry folks, but this subway car is experiencing some technical malfunctions, and we should be moving again in about ten to fifteen minutes. Thank you for your patience." The whole crowd of people let out a unified groan, and in no way was anyone there patient. In fact, Alfred had stood up at the news and practically screamed bloody murder right there. Punching the door furiously, he whipped out his phone to tell Arthur he might be a bit late but… No. He couldn't. He would ruin everything if he said he was going to be late _again_. Plus, he had no service this deep underground anyway.

Along with his growing stress, the heat inside of the car was almost becoming unbearable, and several times Alfred considered taking off his blazer but he thought better of it. Arthur loved seeing him in a suit, and he wasn't going to ruin the lovely image of the Brit turning bright red. Suddenly the subway was moving again with a rough jolt, and Alfred collapsed into the seat next to him, trying to regain his balance by holding onto the metal pole provided. It was quarter til six. That was enough time… Right?

Cold air hit Alfred's face as he raced down the sidewalk and into a nearby convenience shop that was open twenty-four hours a day. Flowers and chocolates paid for in full and a nice card signed by him with a heart, he could actually breathe easily and make his way towards the restaurant where they were meeting, and since luck was going his way, he expected a call at any moment for that reservation. It was six thirty. "Awesome. It's about a fifteen minute walk from here, but I can probably make it in twelve if I hurry.." Just as he was exiting the store, his phone vibrated in his suit pocket and he set down his bags by the building before digging it out and reading the message sent.

"Hey, I got here a bit early as usual. I'll find our seats, alright?"

Alfred nearly dropped his phone on the pavement right then and there.

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Upon entering the five-star restaurant Alfred had told them to meet at, Arthur walked up to the front desk to find their seats, seeing as his lover had not responded to his recent text. "Hello, may I help you sir?"

"Yes, reservation for Jones?" He asked in his perfect English accent, not going unnoticed by the woman behind the wooden desk. "U-uh yes! I'll check." Clicking away at her computer, her mouth turned into a frown, realizing that no such name was in their system. "Excuse me, are you sure that's the name it's under? We don't have a reservation for Jones."

Arthur's face scrunched up at the comment; taken aback and puzzled. What else would the git put it under? "Oh, uh, then try Kirkland perhaps." Again, no name showed up on the small screen.

"No, sorry… No Kirkland either."

Arthur's mind was reeling. Was he at the right place? Had he made a wrong turn? Standing with an arm propped on the counter, the Brit rubbed his temples and turned back towards the lady who was staring him down sympathetically. "We did get a call earlier from a Jones sir, asking if there were any cancellations if we would call. Unfortunately, there haven't been any." The blonde nodded and uttered a soft "thank you" before turning around and heading towards a waiting seat, letting the information fully sink in before he came to a conclusion. Typical, he thought, that the stupid American wouldn't even make the reservations until last minute. But, he decided to be a proper gentleman and wait for Alfred instead of just leaving him in the dust. A long line was beginning to form behind the counter and he found himself beside several other people who were talking extremely loudly; some of them intoxicated and slurring their words together in a disgusting manner. "Get your ass here quickly Alfred Jones!" He spat under his breath, crossing his legs and folding his arms across his chest.

_Strike Two…_

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Alfred had made it ten minutes before seven, and honestly he was proud of himself. He would have time to explain everything, and they could find somewhere else in a matter of seconds. Slowing down his fast pace as he neared the restaurant, he caught sight of a crazy long line filled with people filing into the building. He made his way towards the middle, asking to get through, but many shot him rude glances and denied him access in.

"Sorry, I'm trying to meet someone and-"

"So is everyone buddy, so wait in line!"

"Wait, but-!"

"Hey! Why do _you_ get to cut in front?!"

Alfred desperately tried to explain that his lover was already inside, but angry shouting had drowned him out and he shoved into the very back, one of his bags flying out of his hand to be trampled by the horribly rude people. Chocolates were spread everywhere along the ground - chocolates that were supposed to be given to Arthur - and Alfred simply stared at the ground in defeat. Could he make it inside in ten minutes? Given the circumstances, all seemed hopeless now. His gift was being squished beneath the crowd's feet, and his flowers were slowly wilting, along with his mood. Maybe, just maybe, Arthur would be understanding and they could go home and cuddle; watch a movie, hold hands, all of that… He checked his watch.

It was five minutes after seven.

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He was eight minutes late. Not that he expected anything differently. No, of course, Alfred was always late to everything. Even the most 'important date'.

Completely giving up his gentlemanly act, Arthur heaved himself off of the packed bench and basically knocked people out of the way to get through the door. He was flat out pissed that his 'loving, perfect boyfriend' had stood him up so easily. There was no sign of him anywhere, and he bet on his life that he would be at least another hour if he had stayed in that god-forsaken restaurant. Loosening his tie, for he was going back to his hotel anyway, Arthur stomped along the street fuming and cursing at anyone who stood in his way. "How_ dare_ the prick just not show up! Idiot!" He yelled at the doorman to his hotel, who apologized quickly and stood feet away from the sour Brit. Taking out his key to his room, he swiped it angrily and burst into his room, slamming the door hard enough that the whole floor must have heard. "It was one request! One _simple_ request! Just be on time you fucking twat!" Throwing himself onto his large bed, Arthur stripped himself of his nice tuxedo and grumbled while he pulled on his sweatpants, hearing a buzz come from his suit jacket. Looking down at his phone, he saw none other than Alfred sending him a long string of messages, and missed phone calls. As soon as he had begun to delete them, the phone rang once more and his name flashed upon the screen. Pressing the answer option, he didn't allow the American to speak before he yelled into the receiver. "I don't want to hear it!" And he hung up and threw the phone onto the floor, watching it bounce and hit the wall before he buried his face into his hands with a shaky sigh.

_Strike Three…_

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As soon as the line had barely started inching towards the door, a certain man with thick eyebrows rushed out and walked right passed Alfred, looking horribly angry as if he might murder someone at any second. Knowing right away that it was his lover, he slipped out of the line and heaved the bag of flowers over his shoulder, running after Arthur at an amazing speed. How on earth was he going to make it up to him now? About to reach out to grab said Brit, Alfred stopped dead in his tracks and let him walk on, coming up with an idea that was sure to work. It had to. Turning on his heels and instead going in the opposite direction, the blonde disposed of the cheap bouquet of flowers and went towards a shopping area which was bound to have the most elegant of roses. Pulling out his wallet, along with his phone, Alfred went to call his boyfriend to explain that he was going to show up at his hotel room, but his ears rung as a piercing yell filled them.

_"I don't want to hear it!"_

Blinking his cerulean eyes quickly as the tone on the other end rang, Alfred shook his head and found an expensive set of red roses with a lovely aroma and paid for them at the desk before heading towards the hotel. Except, as soon as he left the floral shop, the store across from him caught his complete attention. A jewelry shop. A smile began to grow on the American's pink lips and he entered the store; a bell ringing above his head. Searching for the perfect gift, his eyes reflected the surface of a heart-shaped necklace that he knew would look absolutely stunning on Arthur. "Do you do engravings?" He asked while examining it, gingerly picking it up.

"Yes we do. They cost extra though."

"Fine by me!"

The necklace was placed in a velvet box after having it engraved, and Alfred's spirits were soaring. He knew that Arthur was beyond angry, but he hoped that he could make it up to him. It was just a large misunderstanding! A gift bag wrapped around his wrist, Alfred went through his messages when he had asked his lover's room number, relieved that he hadn't erased it and making sure the number stuck in his mind. The hotel was a few blocks away, and the streets were beginning to die down. Couples were walking hand in hand, sharing kisses and chocolates, and the sun was just beginning to sink behind the large buildings of the city. If only things had gone as planned, the two could have been sharing this moment together in Times Square… But, Alfred tried to keep his head up high and make the most of the situation, no matter how nervous he truly was. Entering the glass doors to the large hotel, the peppy American was going up the elevator, tapping his foot rapidly with an anxious smile. "Be cool, be cool." He whispered to himself, the elevator stopping at Arthur's floor, "First tell him how sorry you are, then explain what happened. No, wait, roses first… No.. Fuck." Right in front of him was Arthur's hotel room, number shining in bright gold, and very cautiously Alfred knocked at the wooden door.

No one responded.

He was about to knock again, but he heard familiar grumbling coming from behind, and the knob began to turn. "Yes? What is- Oh great." Arthur leaned against the door-frame, raising one of his large eyebrows. "Would you like something? Perhaps you're here to pick me up for dinner? Oh, wait a moment, you're a little _late_ for that aren't you?!" The words stung Alfred as he stood frozen in his spot, beginning to choke up, but he shoved the wonderful roses into the other's chest. Arthur stared at them for a moment before hesitantly taking them into his small, soft palms. "What the hell is this? If you think this works as an apology you're sadly mista-"

"Arthur." Alfred said quietly, almost on the verge of tears as he removed his glasses to wipe at his eyes. The Brit stopped his rambling and his forest-green eyes narrowed in warning.

"Arthur I am so sorry. I'm so sorry I forgot about Valentine's Day, that I didn't make reservations beforehand, that I was late to dinner for the hundreth time and I couldn't find you… And I'm so sorry for screwing up everything. If you hate me, I get it, but please just know I really do love you. You were right when you said I'm a moron. I don't deserve you in any way, but please Arthur, can you give me a chance to prove myself? I swear if I'm late one more time, you can dump me on the side of the road!"

A few salty tears dripped down the American's reddened face as he finished his little speech, trying to catch his breath again and prove how much he really did love his stubborn, perfect Englishman. Arthur was speechless. He was still pissed, sure, but after such an apology - for god's sake he was _crying_ - Arthur suddenly found himself hugging Alfred around the waist, listening to his heartbeat racing way too fast. After a moment of Alfred sniffling and hugging the smaller man back, he wiped his glasses and put them back on, now showing Arthur the gift he had just bought. "This better be one hell of a gift." He muttered, opening the package to reveal a silver heart-shaped necklace that looked as if it was made just for him. Especially since the inside was carved out to read "Arthur and Alfred". He held it in his hands for a while, trying to determine if this was actually real or not, and finally looked back up into the bright, expectant eyes of Alfred. As much as he wanted to strangle the idiot for ruining the date, there was something about his eyes that just begged for forgiveness, and Arthur just gave in with a large eyeroll.

"...Fine. I forgive you. But if you-"

"Arthur~!" Warm arms wrapped around a thin waist and Arthur was hoisted into air, spun around a few times before being set down again, and his vision was going insane. "D-Dammit..!" He whispered, maintaining his balance once more as Alfred beamed. "I really am sorry dude."

"I know… Just don't do it again or you're dead."

The taller chuckled loudly and nodded, being led inside to Arthur's room where the television was on and his covers were strung out all over the place. Both of them sat on the mattress and Arthur fumbled with the necklace, trying to get the blasted hook to open. "Want some help?" Alfred chimed in, grabbing the chain and letting Arthur turn so that he could wrap it around his neck. With an audible _click_ the necklace was securely on, and sparkled under the dim lighting of the room. "Wow. You look so amazing Arthur." The Brit's eyes widened in shock at the sudden compliment, and he jerkily rose so that he could put the flowers in a vase; all while hiding his extremely pink face. "T-Thank you." He coughed out, sneaking a glance at his boyfriend in the nice suit and tie. "You look dashing yourself. That suit looks perfect on you." Alfred smiled at the statement, taking pride in his lover's kind words. "Thanks! I always knew you had a thing for suits~.."

With the roses in place by his bed, and Alfred peeling off his uncomfortable jacket, Arthur snuggled up into the covers and mindlessly looked at the television which he was anything but interested in. Before he knew what was happening, he looked up to see the American in nothing but his boxers; his toned torso sending heat to the Brit's face. "P-Put some clothes on idiot!"

"Aww what's wrong? I wanted to cuddle!"

"No!"

"Please?"

"No way!"

But Alfred had already landed beside him, pulling Arthur into his chest and nuzzling into his neck, peppering kisses all over his skin. The smaller male couldn't help but let out small whimpers of delight at the feeling, and he took Al's smooth face into his hands so that their gaze met. "As much as I hate you for today… I still love you..Alright?" Alfred snickered and nodded, letting their lips touch and connecting them in a soft kiss. "Thank you Artie.. And guess what?"

"What?"

Alfred combed through Arthur's blonde locks and planted another kiss on his forehead, followed by one on his small, cute nose.

"Happy Valentine's Day. I love you even more~."

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***Wipes sweat* Dang, that was a lot of writing, but I'm so happy with the result! I wish you all a wonderful Valentine's Day, and if you don't have a special someone, I'll be your Valentine! **

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**Love you all~**

**-Feli**


	2. Chapter 2

_Good morning my one and only~ _

_Meet me downstairs in the lobby, alright? I want to make it up to you. You know, about my complete failure yesterday... _

_Anyways, rise and shine Artie~ The hero is waiting!_

_-Al :D_

Emerald eyes fluttered open to the smell of freshly picked flowers, and with a groan, Arthur rolled over on his side to see a note folded up on his bedside table. Inside the letter was one pink rose, small but beautiful, and the fragile man hesitantly picked up the piece of paper and read over it several times. "What is he up to now?" He asked himself with a small grin, going to comb down his wild hair that stuck up in all directions. After throwing on a nice, warm sweater and some trousers, Arthur grabbed the key to their hotel room and headed downstairs as instructed. His new engraved necklace dangled at his neck, causing a small noise to chime with every step, and going down the elevator towards the lobby, he messed with his hair one last time before thinking he looked perfect.

The morning light shone through the sliding glass doors of the hotel, and the sound of chatter could be heard all the way down the hall. Arthur casually strolled into the dining area where breakfast was being served, but almost immediately he wanted to turn around and run back to his room. Right in front of him was a certain American man who was wearing that _perfect_ suit, with matching tie, and a wore a smile that could make anyone blush like mad. "G'Morning Artie~!" Alfred called out from across the area, and Arthur stood perfectly still; face blossoming into an array of colors. "What? Speechless?" The taller man teased with that _flawless_ American twang that just made Arthur want to melt right in front of everyone. Why did he have to feel this way so early in the morning? Trying to find his voice again, Arthur nervously messed with his sweater before a hand was wrapped around his wrist. He was being tugged towards their table for two, complete with breakfast delicacies that were calling their names. How Alfred managed to not take a single bite was a complete mystery.

"What's all of this?" Arthur squeaked, clearing his throat and sitting down.

"An apology breakfast!"

"But you already apologized."

"The extended version~" Alfred then giggled at his own joke, reaching across the table to take Arthur's hands in his own larger ones. "I just felt horrible about everything. I know I tried to make it up to you and all but... I can't help feeling guilty. I just want you to know I care."

A thick eyebrow raised skeptically as Al went to fish for something under the table, and Arthur was dying to get a look at whatever was making so much noise. A large, red gift bag came into view and landed on the Brit's lap and he looked it over before opening it up. "You do realize it's not Valentine's Day anymore, correct?"

"Yup, I know!" Alfred's gleaming smile never left his perfect lips. Sighing, Arthur began to take out the piles of paper which were lazily thrown in as decoration, but he knew the American meant well. Especially when his palm hit something soft and.. furry. "What the hell?" He voiced aloud, pulling out whatever item was inside and realizing it was a giant stuffed teddy bear holding a silken heart reading "Arthur". He didn't know if it was possible, but his embarrassment peaked so much that he started to sweat near his neck. Of_ course_ Alfred would choose the most cliche gift possible. And why did it have to be so _huge__? _Even despite his heated cheeks, Arthur smiled warmly towards his ecstatic lover, placing it on the carpet next to his seat. "T-Thank you love. It's..." Dare he say it? "Really quite adorable."

Alfred sat up, practically knocking over his silverware and gaping at the Englishman who was smiling so _gorgeously. _"Seriously? You think so?!" He asked, seeming amazed that the Brit could produce such words. Arthur rolled his eyes thoughtfully, picking at the fresh food on his plate. "Yes, I do." He repeated proudly, petting the bear's head just to prove his point, "But really, it wasn't necessary. I know you're sorry."

Alfred leaned in, staring Arthur straight in the face. "I think anything is necessary when it comes to you."

..There he went again with those delightfully cheesy lines, sending shivers up his spine. The way he said it made Arthur's head spin with crazy thoughts that probably were not even the slightest bit appropriate at a time like this...

"You okay Artie? You look sick. Did I say something wrong?" Shaking his head rapidly, Arthur set down his napkin and promptly stood from his seat, grabbing the bear and holding it close to his viciously beating chest. Alfred didn't quite understand, but he hurriedly finished his last bit of breakfast before joining his lover, promising that he would pay later; extra, if need be.

"Do you need to lay down? Are you-"

"Alfred. I just want to be alone with you." Arthur finally admitted, avoiding all eye contact, for it was way too humiliating to reveal. It was Alfred's turn to blush as his cheeks were dusted with pink, and he snuck in a quick kiss to his beloved's neck before they started back up to their hotel room. The elevator ride was normal enough... That is, until Arthur just couldn't stand it anymore and he tugged on Alfred's suit jacket so that they were eye level. Pressing their lips together, he heard Al squeak in shock at the sudden contact, but in no way did he refuse. In fact, if the large stuffed bear wasn't an obstacle, Arthur would have already been in Alfred's strong arms. The elevator finally reached their floor and the couple didn't delay. No, Alfred already was dragging his British boyfriend towards the door, and he fumbled with the key to get inside.

As soon as the door swung open, Alfred took the bear from Arthur's arms and gently tossed it onto the bed, making sure it didn't fall to the floor below. Instantly Arthur was in the American's arms, having his legs being wrapped around the other's waist, and their lips met perfectly once more. Alfred slightly stumbled towards the bed and made sure Arthur didn't slip out of his grip as they both lay down. Breaking the kiss for a moment, both of them flustered but joyful, Alfred pushed their foreheads together so that sky-blue met forest-green.

"Happy Valentine's Day Artie. May there be many more to come..."

"There will be."

And with that, the two were in their own world.

A world of happiness, perfection, and pure, passionate love.

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**I hope you liked this little second part to the story :3 Just think of it as a conclusion X3**

**Thanks for reading, and Happy Valentine's Day~!**

**-Feli**


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